No Really, Not That Innocent (aka part two)
Summary: In which Reader’s attempt to get back at her boyfriend for secretly feeling her up in front of the guys (and clueing her in to the fact she has an exhibitionism kink) backfires in the best way.
Word Count: 4.1k of smutty smut shenanigans
Pairing: Junho x f!Reader x Nichkhun
Warnings: Adult content. It’s threesome smut, y’all: oral (m. and f. receiving), handjobs, fingering, dirty talk, teasing, so many petnames, unprotected!sex, cream pie, somehow both possessiveness and sharing, praise kink, exhibitionism, does it count as spitroasting if you're sitting down? idk but let's go with that.
A/N: This is my first time writing a threesome, so uhh, please do feel free to let me know if it worked for you.
For @biaswreckingfics because she enables me and I love her for it. Hope you like this one, habibi!
Previous Part
He absolutely had this coming. And really, you had warned him after the whole handsiness business at lunch the other week. Which, yes, was followed up by the best sex you’d ever had and there was no way you were going back to using condoms, but that was a whole other story! The point was – well, it was just the principle of the matter.
Now that the perfect opportunity had presented itself, it would be stupid and wasteful to, uh, waste it. Right?
Right.
The lack of actual planning ahead of time combined with a little soju-inspired impulsivity thanks to those after dinner drinks with your friends, like two weeks of blushing constantly in front of the guys (and you just knew they knew, if not that Junho’s hand was between your legs right there at the table in front of them, then definitely that you immediately got railed after leaving the restaurant) and wanting to get back at your boyfriend… it was only a matter of time.
And it was hindsight that was 20/20.
In that moment, though, you didn’t care about stupid things like the likelihood of getting caught. Or okay, maybe you did, but not in the way that you should care. As you backed up toward his trailer, you crooked your fingers at Junho and flashed him an oh-so-innocent smile, then let your back rest against the metal while you waited for him to close the distance.
Junho’s expression, meanwhile, was curious. He wasn’t sure what you were up to – and you were definitely up to something – but he was game for whatever it was. He glanced over his shoulder at the crew packing up for the day, at the staff on their way out after having received assurances from the guys that they’d make their own ways home, and at his groupmates, who were talking and laughing amongst themselves on the other side of the trailer. Not one of them paying attention to either of you, and not one of them able to see you from around the corner of the trailer.
Wanting to see where you were going with this, Junho allowed himself to be beckoned, following until he stood in front of you. He pressed a palm into the trailer above you, fingers of his other hand coming up to trace across your lips, the mischief in your eyes contradicting that still innocent smile. “What are you up to, sweetheart, hmm?”
Your own fingers found the belt loops of his pants and you tugged his hips into yours. “Can’t a woman just come pay a visit to her boyfriend on set? Maybe I missed you,” you said sweetly, biting at your bottom lip to really play it up.
Junho chuckled, leaning his head down toward yours, and letting his gaze drop to your mouth before finding yours again. “Oh, I know you missed me. I missed you too,” he admitted, lips pressing against yours for a quick, soft kiss. “But we’re done for the day and I would’ve been by your place in a bit anyway.”
“Maybe I couldn’t wait that long,” you said on a soft sigh, a hand shifting from his belt loop to cup him through his pants and gently squeeze.
So it was like that, he thought to himself, biting back a groan, very aware of the fact that his friends were not twenty feet from where this was happening. His eyes flashed with heat as they found yours, his voice deepening, making your breath catch. “You really do wanna be caught, don’t you baby?”
You felt the flush bloom in your cheeks and spread down your chest, shaking your head, but the way you moved to unfasten his belt certainly suggested otherwise. “Just – just wanna touch you. Wanna feel you.” Which wasn’t a lie.
Playing sexy chicken with your boyfriend turned out to be unfairly hot and the look he sent you as you got the belt open, finger popping the button open next, then finding the zipper, nearly made you combust on the spot.
His next breath was a hiss and his hand covered yours, sliding it down to cover his cock, guiding your hand along the length of him, letting you feel how hard he was. “Get. In. The. Fucking. Trailer,” he rasped, tearing your hand away and opening the door to said trailer, gesturing toward the opening with his chin. “Unless you want me to take you right here.”
For half a heartbeat, you considered it – really, you had so much self-reflection to do about your sudden exhibition kink – before you were rushing into the open door and Junho was following you, yanking the door shut behind him.
Neither of you noticed that it didn’t quite latch shut, too busy eyeing each other from across the small space.
You started to feel dizzy before you realized you somehow forgot to breathe, which was something only he could bring about in you. Sucking in a deep breath, you watched his hands as they returned to his belt, slipping it out of the loops and letting it drop to the floor at his feet. Watched his fingers slide the zipper down. Watched him part his pants and palm himself through the thin fabric of his boxers.
“Drives me crazy when you look at me like that, you know,” he said. A cocky smile curving his lips, he moved past you to sit on the small sofa, glancing at the floor in front of him then back up at you. “Why don’t you come over here and show me how much you missed me, Princess?
Oh. Fuck. You wanted him so much it hurt. You felt your cunt clench around nothing and couldn’t tear your eyes away. Utterly captivated.
It didn’t require conscious thought for you to move. One moment, you were standing in the middle of the small space. The next, you were lowering yourself to your knees in front of him, hands coming to rest on his thighs and squeezing, looking up at him through veiled lashes.
“Missed you so much,” you admitted. “Kept thinking about you all day and couldn’t focus on work at all.” Your hands slid further up his legs, finding purchase on the open fabric of his pants and pulling at it, letting your fingers brush against his cock.
Junho lifted his hips for you and you were too impatient to worry about taking them all the way off. Just needed them off enough so they were out of the way.
Off enough that you could press kisses up his bare thighs, little kitten licks and soft nips as you made your way up one thigh – a mischievous grin as you skipped right over the tent in his boxers to kiss and lick and nip your way down the other thigh.
The hand that fisted in your hair was not a surprise; instead, it elicited a whimper and sent a wave of want rolling through you. You felt your head being tilted back and let your gaze find Junho’s, saw the embers burning within those dark eyes, and squeezed your thighs together, swallowing hard.
“That wasn’t very nice,” he said with a shake of his head. His free hand cupped your jaw and his thumb traced across your lips before pressing gently between them, and he let out a groan when you sucked the digit into your mouth. “Mm, there’s my good girl.”
The praise went straight to your head, then right down to your pussy, and you could feel the way the fabric of your panties started to soak through. “Mmhmm,” you hummed, pulling your lips off of his thumb long enough to say, “Always your good girl, Junho.”
“Are you?”
You nodded, wrapping your lips back around his thumb and drawing a line up it with your tongue as you sucked.
“Show. Me,” he rasped, hand on your jaw moving to push his boxers down his hips, cock hard, demanding, already leaking in his need. With the fingers still fisted in your hair, Junho pulled your face toward his lap, guiding your mouth to him.
With a needy whimper, you let yourself be guided and, mirroring your actions on his thumb, you traced a line up the length of his dick with your tongue. Looked up at him while you slipped the tip between your lips, while you let your tongue circle and taste him. You watched him as you took him deeper into your mouth, licking and sucking, bringing up a hand to stroke him, determined to make him feel good, so good.
“Fuck, I love you. So fucking pretty when you suck me off.”
And oh, did you feel that in your cunt, so empty, so aching for him to fill you. But he would, he so would, you knew that. Right now, though, you could not get enough of how he looked, how he sounded as he fought the urge to thrust deeper and to fuck into your throat.
Feeling his body tense beneath the hand you had resting on his thigh wasn’t unexpected – nor was the curse.
What was unexpected, though, was the curse coming from behind you as well.
Eyes widening, you tore your mouth from Junho and twisted your head in the direction of the very-much-not-Junho’s voice.
There, standing just inside the doorway, was Nichkhun. “I – shit, I am so sorry you guys. The others left but I volunteered to get you two. The door was open, so I didn’t think – shit,” he rambled, looking mortified and as though he was trying desperately not to look at you.
Trying being the operative word. You definitely noticed how his gaze darkened and kept dropping toward where you still kneeled, bent over Junho’s lap, before he forced it back up to his friend’s face.
Despite yourself, your breath caught in your throat every time he did it. You bit down hard on your lip to stop from whimpering when your own gaze dropped from his face to his groin and you saw the bulging fabric there.
“I’ll – I should go. Leave you two to, um, leave you to it.”
“Wait.” That was from Junho, startling both you and Nichkhun.
“Wait?” Nichkhun asked, confused, eyes finally meeting yours before tearing them away again to meet Junho’s.
“Unless you really want to leave?”
Nichkhun shook his head and Junho hummed. “I don’t think my princess minds you being here, does she?” you heard Junho tell the other man, the question at the end toward you. Inhaling sharply, you squeezed your eyes shut. In embarrassment? To hide the truth of his words and your reaction to them? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This was why having an actual plan was important.
Junho brought his fingers to your jaw, slipping under your chin and tilting it up and waiting for you to open your eyes, to look at him. “It’s up to you, sweetheart,” he said softly. “Should we invite him to stay?”
You searched your boyfriend’s gaze for any sign of this being not okay with him, swallowing hard and nodding when you saw none. “I,” you start, wildly turned on by the idea of Nichkhun being there. Glancing over your shoulder at the man in question, you let your gaze sweep over his face – noticing the clenched jaw, the banked heat in his eyes as they met yours – before letting yourself take in the rest of him, looking for all the world like a snake coiled up and ready to spring if given the word.
Holy hell, you wanted him to touch you, too.
Turning your attention back to Junho, you saw the flash of something dark and hungry cross his features. “Use your words, baby,” he said firmly. “You want him to watch?”
You shivered, “Y-yes.”
The fingers in your hair tightened and you could hear two audible intakes of breath. “Is that all you want?”
Oh, fuck him and his stupid perceptiveness. You were pouting as you admitted, “No.”
“Fuck,” you heard Nichkhun curse from behind you, voice having dropped an octave.
Junho pulled you closer, drawing your face to his and capturing your lower lip between his teeth before gently sucking and letting his tongue brush against the sensitive skin. His voice was practically a growl when he spoke, although it wasn’t to you. “Close the door, Nichkhun. Make sure it’s locked this time.”
You heard rather than saw the door latch shut and the turn of the lock, unable to look away from your boyfriend. “Are – Are you sure you’re okay with this?” you asked. Horny, you might be, but no fantasy fulfillment was worth hurting him or ruining your relationship.
“Mm,” he confirmed, hand guiding yours to wrap around his still very hard cock, slowly pumping the length and swiping at the pre-come gathered at the tip, then letting go of your hand to bring that finger up to your lips and rubbing the fluid into them. The needy whine you emitted as you instinctively licked your lips, your hand around him squeezing and stroking, earned you a groan so low and deep you felt it in your core. “Nichkhun knows you’re mine, doesn’t he?”
Nichkhun, who was a whole lot closer than he had been, so close you could feel the heat from his body, nodded. “Yeah, it’s - your rules,” he agreed and you felt his fingertips gently brush against the side of your cheek, encouraging you to turn your head toward him, where he stood behind you. “Whatever you’re comfortable with,” he said to you.
Lashes fluttering shut, you rubbed your thighs together, then let yourself look from one man to the other. “Please,” you pleaded, not entirely sure whether you were talking to Junho or Nichkhun.
“Look at me,” your boyfriend commanded and you obeyed. “What do you need, Princess?”
“I just,” you said on a soft gasp, noticing the way Nichkhun was now kneeling behind you, feeling the hand he trailed down your spine. Your body achingly aware of the grip of his other hand on your hip, squeezing. “I don’t even know.”
“You don’t? My poor baby,” Junho cooed. “I think we’re gonna need to help her out, Nichkhun,” he told his friend, watching the play of emotions over your face before letting his gaze take in the other man and his hands on you. “Why don’t you finish what you started earlier and show him how well you take me in your mouth, huh?” The smile that curled his lips when you immediately moved to do so was lupine.
Fingers still wrapped around his cock, you took the head into your mouth and twirled your tongue around the tip, tasting skin and pre-come, and moaning softly. “Shit, that’s it.” He thrust himself deeper, unable to fight the urge to show Nichkhun that while the other man may be playing with you tonight, you were still his. The way you didn’t even fight it, instead swallowing around him, was heady.
“Such a good girl for me,” he praised, then looked up at his friend, whose grip on your hip tightened, and whose gaze was locked on the way you were bobbing your head on his dick. “Touch her, Nichkhun.” The man in question sucked in a sharp breath, tearing his eyes from where you were slobbering all over his friend’s cock and making the most erotic sounds.
“Fuck, can I? She’s,” he hissed when you bucked your own hips back toward him, both hands on your hips now, pulling you into him while he pushed forward and ground against your cunt through your skirt and his pants. Practically panting, himself, when he asked, “What am I allowed to do here? Because, fuck, I can feel how wet she is. So needy, aren’t you, Beautiful?”
You hummed in confirmation, rubbing yourself back against where you could feel Nichkhun, already deliciously hard. Sucked harder at Junho, taking him deeper on your next downward pass, whimpering at the force of your need, caged between the two men.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Understatement. Of. The. Goddamned Century. Junho groaned down at you, watching you squirm. “The only thing you’re not allowed to do is fuck her. The only cock she takes is mine - shit,” he hissed as you let him slip out of your mouth so you could tease the tip with your tongue, stroking him with your hand. You were trying to kill him, he thought. “Isn’t that right, baby?”
You nodded, looking up at him, then back at Nichkhun. “Y-Yeah, but - you can touch me. Please touch me, Nichkhun,” you asked with another roll of your hips against him, earning you a moan and him flipping your skirt over your hips to expose your panties to him. Your panties that were uncomfortably soaked through at this point, leaving very little to the imagination.
Nichkhun traced his fingers along the edges of the lace, fingertips slipping just beneath the fabric, and having to fight hard not to lose it the second he felt your wetness, the puffiness of your lips, separated from him by a tiny scrap of lace. He rubbed against the length of your slit with his thumb, unable to not feel that in his cock. “Fuck, yeah, okay, Beautiful. I’ve got you,” he assured you then slid your panties off, baring your naked pussy to him for the first time.
Sliding a finger through the swollen, wet flesh, and cursing when you tilted your hips into his touch, when his finger slipped into you. Licking his lips as he slid another one in with the first, thumb finding your clit and starting to circle around it. He managed to tear his gaze away from the sight long enough to watch you whimper into Junho’s lap, the other man’s hand guiding your mouth back to and over his cock.
The little mewl you let out when his fingers hit the right spot inside you nearly undid him, and Nichkhun replaced his fingers with his own mouth. Needing to fucking taste you on his tongue.
Oh. My. God.
You were going to die. You were going to spontaneously combust.
Junho’s fingers fisted in your hair, head tilted back and his smoldering gaze boring into your own through lowered lashes, watching you take his dick into your mouth again and again…and Nichkhun, tongue swirling around your clit, fucking into you.
No, really. This was the story of how you died.
Between one heartbeat and the next, you were coming apart, orgasm crashing into you with all the force of a tsunami. Shivering and gasping, hips jerking back into Nichkhun while you pressed your face into Junho’s thigh, fingers catching the other thigh in a vice grip as you rode the sensations.
Junho gentled his hold in your hair, sucking in a sharp breath while he watched your orgasm overtake you, feeling you cling to him in that moment, and forcing himself to wait, to just take it in. You were so damned beautiful.
Nichkhun. Well, he lapped at your entrance, careful to avoid your clit and overstimulating you, fingers softly squeezing your thighs. Fighting desperately not to come in his pants like a fucking teenager with his first woman.
After a few moments, you were able to lift your head and pull your boyfriend down for a kiss. Were able to reach behind you and cradle the back of Nichkhun’s head in your other hand, pulling him in for a kiss after you drew back from Junho.
“Okay,” you said more than a little breathlessly. “Okay, I’m - oof!” Your words were cut off by a harsh, demanding kiss from Junho, who yanked you down into his lap, grinding his cock against the length of your slit, coating himself in your come and sliding between your lips. “Oh fuck,” you gasped.
“Fucking right, Princess. Came for us so prettily,” he rasped. “Gonna let me fuck my cock into you now and fill you up?”
The noise you made was fully a whine and you clawed at his shoulders, at his shirt, rolling your hips and grinding your pussy along the length of his cock, teasing your clit with the tip, wanting nothing more than to be filled.
“That’s right,” Junho said on a grunt, reaching down to guide his dick to your entrance, then trusting up while he pulled your hips down onto him. “My good girl, always ready for me,” he cooed, another sharp snap of his hips and a grind of your pelvises together. “You gonna suck poor Nichkhun off and put the guy out of his misery or should we make him,” - thrust - “jerk himself while he watches me fuck you,” - a tilt of his hips and his cock hit the front wall of your cunt on his next upward thrust - “fill you up with come?”
The man in question turned out to be kneeling on the sofa next to you, shirt already off and who even knew where it had landed, pants open, and his hand stroking along his own dick. Eyes dark as coal and you could feel the heat from them like a caress, remembering the flick of his tongue against your clit and the sensation of him fucking you with it like Junho was fucking you with his cock.
Waiting.
He was just waiting to see what you would do. Willing to just - that he would - it was wrong. You let yourself take in every inch of him that was bare to your gaze, every dip of muscle and play of the light. Every sharp breath he took. The grip he had on his cock and the pre-come gathering at the tip, leaking down the length of him.
You whimpered, pouting, and smacking his hand away, replacing it with your own. “Let me?” you asked on a gasp, Junho’s hands on your hips moving them in a slow circle against his, rubbing your clit against his pubic bone. “Please,” you begged.
“Yeah? You gonna let me come in your mouth while your boyfriend comes in that pretty pussy?” Nichkhun all but growled, now that he was given permission, fingers fisting in your hair while your mouth found him. “Shit, Beautiful,” he cursed at the first lick of your tongue along his cock, gaze locked onto the sight of you sliding his dick between your lips and taking him into your mouth, suction enough to twist him into knots and nearly make his vision black out.
“So fucking lucky, Junho,” he told the other man.
The other man who was covering your neck with kisses, sucking marks into the skin, hands holding tightly to your hips to steady you for his sharp, deep, fast thrusts. Torn between watching you suck his friend off and watching the way you took his cock, cunt squeezing so tightly around him, as if desperate to keep him inside of you. “Fuck, I know,” Junho admitted. “Fucking perfect, fucking mine, aren’t you, Princess?”
“Mm - mmhmm,” you moaned around Nichkhun, fingernails digging into his thigh, as you licked and sucked and squeezed and stroked him, doing your best to memorize every sound and every movement in this moment.
Something that was pretty damned impossible given the way Junho continued to thrust into you - fucking marking you - a fact which was both profoundly hot and exasperating, his thumb coming to your clit and rubbing you in just the way you liked, you needed.
If your life depended on it, you could not say who came first, but those moments - Nichkhun’s fingers in your hair, the low, deep groan he let out as he spilled himself into your mouth and jerked in your grip - Junho’s teeth catching on the curve where your neck met shoulder, his own fingers likely leaving bruises on your hips as he thrust as deep as he could, pulled you onto him as hard as you could, filling you up with his come as promised - every muscle in your body tensing, then the ecstasy of relief and release as your own orgasm hit, your pussy clenching and contracting around Junho, pulling every drop…
By the time you came to your senses, you were being held gently in Junho’s embrace and he was pressing soft kisses into the spots he’d marked, while Nichkhun sat beside you and rubbed a comforting hand up and down your back.
You hummed happily, completely spent, but fully content.
And you let yourself drift off.
